A Poem By Corey Zeller

It is always that way with invention, these diagrams and charts,
machines that look like the insides of hummingbirds. Sentences dye
themselves colors we haven’t seen and dry themselves, on the rocks,
in the sun, on their own. They look tacky, a kind of flea market of
syntax and emphasis, undignified patterns, punctuation like early
flying machines, the kind you peddle in. They are not a part of us.
This is the long way of saying I never liked talking. I am
searching for something else people can do inside these bleached
headphones. I am bobbing my head to static. I cite myself in the
white.

Corey Zeller’s Man vs. Sky is forthcoming from
YesYes Books in February 2013. He is an associate editor at Mud
Luscious Press.